by Nick Gisburne
The Capital, collapsed, will rise, anew
From chaos, from a holocaust of dust
With courage, and with vision, we pursue
The promise of a dream, because we must
I feel no great affection for the flock
Such labours leave me empty, unfulfilled
Deployed to other districts, block by block
Excluded from the fruits of what we build
I sneak across a dozen sector lines
To find my work, my sweat, my blood, my first
But broken stones and ‘Build! Tomorrow!’ signs
Reveal the future, ruined and reversed
We build, we break, obedient. Rejoice!
We work because we have no other choice
